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Who: Olympias & Alexander
What: Reunions!
When: Saturday, around noon
Where: Olympias' apartment
Warnings: Language, TBD


Alexander had known, when he entered the city, that it wouldn't take his mother very long to find him. But he hadn't know she was in New York, so it was more like he had found her this time around. Which was fine, he would have gone to see her either way.

Turning up at her building precisely at noon with a bottle of wine, he pressed the buzzer and waited for her to answer.

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He raised his glass, mirroring her. "I know you won't," he said, taking a sip of the wine, which was very good.

He snorted into his glass. "They mostly do. And the ones who don't are reminded why talking back to a superior officer never ends well." He tilted his head, looking at her. "And to think, I was just brought up to be king," he mused. "And then I realized the world was so much bigger, and I wanted it."

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It was good wine, and for that she was glad. Olympias only took the best and she had become used to drinking the wine of Dionysus in the last few months. Nothing else could really compare. "Remind me to get you a few bottles of something special," she said. "I think you'll enjoy it."

Olympias just watched Alexander, the glowing pride clear on her face. Her boy, her blood, the blood of great Achilles passed down to him. Their family line was a great one. "And it should be yours," Olympias agreed. "Such things you've achieved, and you've barely even started."

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He nodded. "I'm always open to trying new things," he said.

"They call this country the land of opportunity," he remarked, looking into his now mostly empty glass. "Reach as high as you can, go for the whole shebang." He shrugged. "I see no reason why I can't do just that."

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"Dionysus' wine," Olympias smiled. "It's remarkable. You'll never want to drink anything else afterwards."

"The new rules put in place make it unfortunate," Olympias sighed. "Martial rule was always your strength." She reached for the bottle and refilled her glass before reaching out to do the same with his.

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"It sounds amazing," he said, with a little smile of his own. "I can't wait to try it."

"Tell me about it," he agreed. "Procedures and protocols and people always saying that they know better. Which they don't. They always say 'might makes right', but they aren't even using their full strength to their advantage! It drives me crazy."

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"I see him sometimes," Olympias said, "so I'll ask him to be so kind as to provide. He is a generous benefactor, my lord." She had only ever spoken to of Dionysus to Alexander with great reverence. She had taught him that while all the Olympians were to be respected and shown allegiance, it was Dionysus' trickery and transformative powers that were to be most admired.

Of course, the boy had to choose his own path, son of Zeus that he was. Even as a young boy she had known his destiny did not lie with the Maenads. He was to be a greater thing than a servant to the gods. He was to be a god of his own, and Olympias had encouraged that in him since the day of his birth.

"I understand little of military ways," Olympias admitted. "Politics I know and can use, but not such strengths as yours. My gender always barred me from such public displays and I've found the underhanded path is still useful to me, especially in business."

In Macedonia plenty had died by Olympias orders, either very publicly or by the cover of night and secrets. There was plenty of blood on her hands but Olympias saw no problem with any of it. Everything she had done, she had done to secure the legacy of Alexander.

She didn't know anymore whether she had killed his father. Philip had been murdered, that much was sure, but historians had so many ideas and theories about the who and the why. Olympias was among some of them, and so was Alexander. She remembered what honor she had bestowed on his killer though. Whether it had been by her quiet orders or not, Olympias had been glad to see Philip dead.